A Helish Forever
Ch.4: Unsainted
"Lincoln, can I talk to you alone for a while?"
Lincoln looked up from the couch to see Vaggie with her arms crossed, smiling softly at him. Lincoln had awoken alone on the couch that morning, as Angel had vanished. Lincoln had been freaked out at first, only to be relieved by Nifty- Angel had merely ran to get some breakfast.
In this moment, the young boy was playing on a Nintendo DS Charlie had let him play. Seemed the Princess liked video games a bit.
"Sure Vaggie, where?" Lincoln finally asked.
"My Room," she said. Lincoln nodded and followed her upstairs, nearly bumping into Husker as he came down, hungover. Husker waved Lincoln away with a hand. He would be all right.
There was only one word Lincoln could think as he was ushered into Vaggie's room- whoa. It was painted purple, with several posters of Hispanic singers upon the walls. However, the most distinct feature was a picture above her Television.
In it was Vaggie in the center, waving at the camera. No eyepatch was on her face. Further on the picture next to Vaggie was a small girl that appeared to be around seven. Vaggie herself looked to be fourteen there. In the back behind the girls was a man and woman, the man with a goatee and shaved head. The woman wore glasses and a cross on her neck. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was in good spirits.
"That's my family," Vaggie said, standing next to Lincoln. Lincolns hair could not help but stand up a bit. She had appeared suddenly- like Lucy would do.
"Sister Andrea," she explained, pointing to the young girl. "Then my parents," she said pointing to the adults. "Robert and Makayla."
"Lovely family," Lincoln smiled. Vaggie grinned. "We were so close. I Remember when I came out to them as Bi. Scared because my family was-is- Catholic. But my family just asked I find someone good to be with. It just sucks that- ". She then paused.
Cannot tell him this! she reasoned. I do not want him scarred! He will judge me for being a prostitute!
It seemed like she was speaking aloud, as Lincoln turned to her, eyes widened. "You were a prostitute."
Vaggie frowned and looked away. "Yeah. Had to help my family. Are you going to judge me Lincoln?"
Lincolns answer came quickly. Vaggie looked over as she saw Lincoln take her right hand, squeezing it. He took a deep long breath, exhaling. "You helped your family. That's good enough for me."
Vaggie cracked a big smile, wiping away a stray tear. "Do you even know what a Prostitute is?" Lincoln nodded. "Was that what that one girl was? The one girl you told to back off yesterday?"
Vaggie nodded. "Yup. The difference between me and her is that I did it for good reasons. You see, my Uncle Carlos was a Pot grower. And one of the gangs in our area of El Salvador really liked his Pot. Mean really did. Well, I was sixteen by that point, and sadly some people don't care," Vaggie elaborated, before the carpet became highly interesting.
"Were you sold?" Lincoln asked. Vaggie shook her head no. "I did it willingly. Parents were poor, and we needed the money. But I made it clear to my clients that everything was consensual. Or" she said pointing to the spear, which sat lazily by the window. "They would become a fish."
The two chuckled at the humor for a few minutes, moving over to sit on Vaggies twin sized bed. "So..how did you die?" Lincoln inquired. Vaggies face contorted into a sad frown.
"Hate guys Lincoln. I do not trust them. If you ever see me, get overly harsh to you," she started. Lincoln nodded, surprising the Hispanic demon with a hug. It was nothing personal. Lincoln understood.
"I got shot in my right eye by a client that was mad at me. Family tried desperately to save me. But it was too late."
"Wandered around here for a year. And then I came across Charlie at a café. We became friends and are now together. And I want it to be more someday," she said reaching into her end tables drawer and pulling out a black and white ring. "I'm gonna propose to her someday."
Lincoln smiled widely. "Go for it Vaggie. Can see you two will be together forever."
The two had returned downstairs. Nifty and Husker were passing the time playing a game of Skip-Bo. Alastor was observing the game with his uncanny smile. Charlie and Angel were tending the fire.
A knock on the door interrupted everyone's thoughts. "Is it the bank again?" Alastor joked. Vaggie rolled her eyes, walked to the door, and pulled it open, where a small overweight demon, Blue in color like the demon from The Devil and Homer Simpson stood. Vaggie looked down at him. "How may I help you?"
"Hello. Clyde from 666 news. Katie Killjoy would like to do an interview with Lincoln."
Vaggie's first inclination was to punt this guy far into the sky. But Lincoln came over, curious. "Who's Katie Killjoy?" Vaggie went to respond, only for the demon to interrupt. "Yes, he will get paid for doing it. Now quit wasting my time and give me an answer."
Vaggie took a deep breath. "Have her give me a call," she said finally before slamming the door.
A/N: And the plot thickens! The next chapter will be a break from Hell- as we cut back to the grieving Loud family. And Rita has a secret.
Until next time everyone!
